[ He smiles when Amos returns, running his tongue over his teeth. He doesn't do this often; he doesn't even consider himself a sadist although he undoubtedly is one. Once in a while he just needs to blow off some steam on someone who would've gotten tossed in the quarry sooner or later anyway, and a lanky kid like this wouldn't have lasted an hour there. ]
Very good. [ A quick nod of approval in Amos's direction, and then he's searching through the unconscious man's pockets until he pulls out a phone.
It's cracked, and probably not due to any sort of struggle with Amos. Some people just walked around with broken screens, for economic reasons John never had to ponder himself. Sure enough, it still works, and he grabs the guy by the hair and holds his face up to the phone to bypass the facial recognition.
That makes him start to stir and gain awareness, which John ignores as he swipes through the contents of the phone. ] Hm. [ He frowns, face twitching every now and then as he scrolls. An eye roll here, a flick of his tongue there, until he's seen what he needs to see and tosses the phone on the floor. ] He doesn't follow me. [ And he looks back up to Amos. ] Do you think I should go easy on him?
[ Regardless of what the answer is, he's not going to go easy. He'd have spared a fan. Roughing them up a little and then talking them into loving him again was a fun test of his abilities. No follow? No mercy. ]
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Very good. [ A quick nod of approval in Amos's direction, and then he's searching through the unconscious man's pockets until he pulls out a phone.
It's cracked, and probably not due to any sort of struggle with Amos. Some people just walked around with broken screens, for economic reasons John never had to ponder himself. Sure enough, it still works, and he grabs the guy by the hair and holds his face up to the phone to bypass the facial recognition.
That makes him start to stir and gain awareness, which John ignores as he swipes through the contents of the phone. ] Hm. [ He frowns, face twitching every now and then as he scrolls. An eye roll here, a flick of his tongue there, until he's seen what he needs to see and tosses the phone on the floor. ] He doesn't follow me. [ And he looks back up to Amos. ] Do you think I should go easy on him?
[ Regardless of what the answer is, he's not going to go easy. He'd have spared a fan. Roughing them up a little and then talking them into loving him again was a fun test of his abilities. No follow? No mercy. ]